Apocalyptic Thought

Photo by  Timothy Eberly  on  Unsplash She’s surrounded. Her initial plan was not quite like this. It was taking on one, or two of them, but four swords point at her, waiting for the first move to be made. There’s always an opening, just she has to wait for the right moment for it to appear. She could always create one, giving in for just a moment, but that maybe the riskiest more she can make. “Last chance.” Could she risk it? She might be able to take them, even if the odds are against her. She would have to move quick. “I’ll think about it.” “Too late.” The first man stabs, slower than she imagined. She gets the break she was hoping for. The opening reveals itself, and she enters the man’s space at a speed he wasn’t ready for. He reacts too late, swinging in desperation. Red bursts from his neck, and his hands drops. His body follows, and she already wipes her dagger clean with the back of his tunic. The rest of the men watch, unsure of what they sa

Can you be too fat for capoeira? Probably the most physically-demanding activity I could possibly consider (other than ballet) and I think I'm too fat to do it. I'm not obese nor do I lack the motor-skills to reach different cervices on my body, but yet, I feel like I way too much to do this art probably. I'm a capoeira instructor, in a new location, and lack the ability to attending weekly classes. I teach them myself, but recent weather-related incidents have prevents my class from being taught. I'm on my own. This is the struggle for a lot of instructors (in what I imagine in anything) is that they have to rely on themselves to get better. No students, no peers- just you and an empty space. I have movements when controlling my body weight is effortless, but the majority of the moves that continues to mystify me still seem impossible. Impossible in the sense that joints would pop, and bones would snap if I attempted the movements enough times required to do them